Something beautiful is morning, when the stars are still bright but the pale beginning of dawn begins to shimmer on the eastern horizon. The setting sun is equally as breath-taking, taking the worries of the day with it as it sinks and pulls the darkness down to cover up the cooling Earth.
Riding a mountain trail through aspen and Ponderosa along a cool flowing crick with the blue sky overhead and a soft layer of pine needles and leaves spread out like a carpet on the path. The horse’s hooves crinkling the crisping leaves, releasing the smell of fall.
Snow falling thick and wet through grey skies and covering the bare land with a cold white layer, inviting you out to play and then back inside for some rich hot cocoa. The swish of snow shoes making a path where it seems like no one has ever traveled before this moment.
Hiking through meadows of wildflowers, all yellows, blues, purples and reds with a skittering of tall aspen trees on the borders and coming to rest on the rocks at the edge of the stream wandering down the mountainside.
So much beauty in creation-is it any wonder that our God is an awesome God?